Words cut deep through my skin
And into my bloodstream, toying with my cells and bacteria.
I'm alright until they go fiddling with my DNA.
Which makes me who I am.
And I die inside, but it's my fault anyway Words don't actually cut into me,
I cut into myself. There just tiny slits.
But words find a way of crawling into them
and make me go crazy. Hey I'm Shani
and I have sort of a problem.
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Teen Fiction18 year old Shani banks has a problem with fighting . She isn't going through anything moody. she just always gets into fights. But she takes meds for it. she can't help to keep words given to her even if they are negative. Which they are all the...
